Monthly Archives: July 2010

Pink-nosed kittens scamper across the road; a misguided puppy feels life flash twice; a white-robed woman reaps the sand she sowed, as she guides the sea toward soul sacrifice: The desultory jazz roars mixedly; the steel drum man whiffs a concave … Continue reading →

To put the blue square onto your pink tongue just to let it seep into the white spots that collect flavors and notes never sung, that stay themselves in the palatal slots: While the uvula begs for fresh plucking and picks up vibrations in just acc… Continue reading →

Writing as probing is never a new science or technique when thoughts flex like snails, crawling in trails and sloughing down a glue trace on the arrebol tiles with gold sails: There is a message on the watershed in hidden letters of fishscale that… Continue reading →

With flowers to flank its privileged placement, Paradise, above and beyond the horde, is constructed despite the defacement of a landscape in which savage hues soared: A mask with a toothless grin looks faceless as it’s tacked onto the collective … Continue reading →

With a whetted whistle to pierce the air, I begin to cut the gentle fabrics that breeze between me and the single chair that sits in the woods before the sap leaks: Enter the house at the end of the wood; coax on each light unilumined for years ; … Continue reading →

I know that my dreams are alive and well when I look out and see the yellow flames, dancing in the shadows of the wall, tell of the spirits in our corporal frames: They stay with us like light lingers at night, resting on threads spun by other sen… Continue reading →

How does one bring the truth out of oneself when smiling faces play games on concrete and vanity seeks to couple itself, when time fuses into eyes, hands and feet?: The eye is a charm on a medallion; the golden cataracts ripple upstream; there are… Continue reading →

The internal horizon is the most expansive; its inside-eye insight flails across form and floods into the stretched coast where castles are pitched with Masonic pails: I throw mango pits from the balcony, from the Eye inside the palm of my heart, … Continue reading →